| All week long she loves to stay at home and hold me
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| She hangs her buckle in the closet
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| Keeps her boots up on the shelf
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| Heaven knows the Good Lord sent me an angel
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| But every saturday night she wants to raise a little hell
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| She like kickin' up a little sawdust on her halo
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| Yeah she’ll whirl and twirl and twist and turn
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| While the jukebox twangs and moans
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| When she paints on them tight bluejeans
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| It brings out the devil in me
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| She likes kickin' up a little sawdust on her halo
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| You can find her in a choir loft every sunday
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| Winkin' at me with two sore feet inside her high heel shoes
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| Every saturday night she’ll dance till closin' time
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| And still be there in the mornin' for sunday school
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| She likes kickin' up a little sawdust on her halo |